Sparky on Utopia Stories Library

Bound to Please

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My love says she wants to try something different… She tells me she wants me fresh and clean, pliable, and horny. The horny part is NEVER a problem. Fresh and clean are easily taken care of with a hot shower. Pliable? Not sure what that is all about.

As I scrub away the day like so much dirt, I think about what she said. Pliable?!? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wash myself thoroughly, maybe a bit too thoroughly if my cock is any indication. Then comes the razor. I shave my head and face, ensuring that they are soft and smooth. I then turn my attention further south, trimming, grooming, and shaving until the base of my shaft and my balls are as soft and smooth as my head. The slight scrape of the razor always feels good over my balls. The feeling is hard to describe, but it does nothing to help relieve the firmness in my groin.

Checkmate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The game of chess was not going well. This was the third time in a row that Gwen had me against the ropes. I’d lost my queen early on due to a foolish mistake and I could see the writing on the wall before she took both rooks and called the words that would make me her slave for the our weekly date night.

“Checkmate!” she exclaimed. The bet was that the winner in a best of five games would take the other as a slave for our weekly date night. The limits were simple… No blood, no marks or bruises visible in shorts and a tee, no sex with other people, no scat or golden showers, and the safeword didn’t stop the scene, it just lessened the intensity of the activity.

The Bull

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I told her to be ready to play hard tomorrow at 11:00 AM. She has a strict schedule and a very defined process that she has learned well.

s: The alarm has gone off. I get out of bed, and grab a cup of black coffee to go with the first cigarette of the day. As I drink my coffee and drag on my cig, I think about what He has told me to do. I know the ritual. I’m not anywhere close to feeling sexual right now, but that is part of the reason for the ritual. It almost becomes Pavlovian to be turned on by simple actions such as eating a certain meal and showering, when done in a defined order. It wasn’t always this way. To start off with, it felt clumsy, unwieldy, and not sexy at all. That being said, when you complete a set of non sexual tasks in the same order every time, and every time after the completion of those tasks, you have the most mind blowing orgasms and bone melting sex you could ever imagine, your mind associates things. Suddenly a snack of strawberries, toast, and raspberry jam starts to make me tingle.

Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The night started off with Gwen telling me she wanted to play. She told me that she was going to make me cum in ways I’ve never dreamed of. As a sadistic switch, I have begged her for years to truly test me. She had never been comfortable truly pushing my limits though. As I would find out later, tonight was going to be the night that changed!

“The Ritual that you so elegantly laid out for me to follow is yours to follow tonight!” She said as I was walking to the bathroom. “Also, I want you to edge yourself before coming to the bedroom. Don’t cum. Period. If you do, there’ll be hell to pay. If you walk in here with a soft dick, you won’t get more than a chaste peck on the cheek for a month!”